Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1123 - 1124: So-Called Race Car Driver

This situation doesn't surprise Yang Fei at all.

It's widely known that the struggle for the Crown Prince of the Greenworth Empire has beco increasingly fierce.

And the discord between Grand Prince Brown and Second Prince George is no longer a secret.

The battle for the throne in any country is always bloody.

The path to the noble throne is forever paved with corpses and bones.

But, who exactly is trying to harm George?

Yang Fei's first thought was of Grand Prince Brown, but he quickly dismissed this possibility.

For Brown to stand out among the many princes and gain the Emperor's favor, he is definitely not a fool.

Unless he has reached the point of no return or has a one hundred percent chance of killing George, he would never do sothing so foolish.

Apart from Brown, there are several other princes eligible to vie for the throne who could do such a thing.

However, this expands the range of suspects, making it difficult to investigate.

Yang Fei pondered for a mont, then shook his head.

His goal was simply to use George to approach the Imperial Laboratory and rescue Professor Mi; everything else was none of his concern.

However, George was Yang Fei's bridge to the Royal Laboratory, and at the mont he was useful to Yang Fei, so he couldn't let him die.

In just a few seconds, Yang Fei thought of countless possibilities.

He finally shook his head, deciding to tell George about it.

Yang Fei walked over to George and deliberately sighed.

"Your Royal Highness, I believe I must tell you that soone has tampered with your car."

George's face changed color, and Stina was also startled, looking at Yang Fei in shock and doubt.

George forced himself to remain calm: "Very well, let's go see together."

Yang Fei took George and Stina to the Porsche racing car and explained the malfunction of the car.

When George heard that when the car exceeded two hundred miles per hour, the steering data would beco abnormal, his face turned pale.

As a professional racing driver, he certainly knew how disastrous the consequences could be if the steering data beca abnormal.

The consequence is almost always one: the car would be destroyed, and people would die.

Stina's heart also pounded in fear.

She knew the cruelty and bloodthirstiness of the struggle for the throne, but when it all happened, Stina was still frightened to the point of panic.

George's eyes showed an expression of anger.

"Hmph, they're becoming more brazen."

Yang Fei and Stina wisely remained silent.

With internal royal conflicts like this, it's better not to get involved; so things can't even be heard.

Even if they heard it at this mont, both of them had to quickly forget.

George looked at a group of racing drivers over there, biting his cheek, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Mr. Jack, I am fortunate to have a friend like you. In your opinion, can this car still race?"

Yang Fei shook his head: "It's best to switch cars."

"So far, I've only found this hazard, but the other parts need a professional inspection."

George nodded and sighed.

"But this race is a good opportunity for to strengthen ties with a few important figures in the Military Departnt, and I am unwilling to easily give it up."

Yang Fei nodded, looking at Stina's Ferrari racing car.

"I think you could consider switching to Miss Stina's car; its performance is also quite good."

George nodded and sighed helplessly: "I guess so."

"I've been planning this race for a long ti. I have a bet with General Faste that if I win this race, he may consider siding with ."

Yang Fei was a bit amazed at how politics could be played like this; these Old Maozi are really speechless.

But since they're willing to play like that, Yang Fei could only silently curse 'brain-dead', while outwardly he had to give a thumbs up.

"Second Prince, you're wise and mighty, truly admirable."

George shook his head: "I'm not the one who set the rules; it was General Faste's idea."

"Even though racing is just a ga, if a person can't even control a car, they'll never control the entire situation."

With that, he looked into Yang Fei's eyes, and his tone turned deep.

"Mr. Jack, since you've shown enough loyalty and sincerity, I can also tell you so core secrets."

"The Greenworth Empire now is like a runaway car; everyone is tied to it, and with one misstep, everyone will be dragged into hell."

"The person who shows sufficient control strength may be able to stop the entire situation from deteriorating and beco the true master of Glenf Country."

"So, this race is very important to ; I need to show sharp reflexes, wise judgnt, and strong control capabilities to win General Lester's heart."

George looked at a young man in a professional racing suit in the distance.

"See that? That's General Lester's son, Kahn; as long as I beat him, I might gain General Lester's support."

Yang Fei understood and nodded.

"So, if you announce a problem with the car to stop this race, you would be ridiculed and lose this important cooperation opportunity."

George smiled with satisfaction.

"Jack, you're very smart, so whatever happens, I must win this race."

Yang Fei nodded, placed his palm vertically on his chest.

"I am willing to do my utmost to serve His Royal Highness the Prince."

George nodded, kindly patting Yang Fei on the shoulder.

"Now, please check Miss Stina's car condition, adjust the car according to my requirents, and optimize the car to its best state."

Yang Fei made a sound, slightly bowing: "As you command!"

In his heart, he disapproved, thinking, the problem with George's car is clearly an inside job.

General Lester gave George such a harsh condition; he's controlling the developnt of the situation.

This so-called important figure in the Military Departnt might also have issues himself.

Yet, George, this fool, took it seriously, and Yang Fei has no choice but to protect his small life, really leaving him speechless.

Over ten minutes later, George and Kahn shook hands amicably and, together with a few other professional racing drivers, started warming up their cars, checking their conditions, and preparing for the race.

With the referee's command flag waving down, seven or eight racing cars roared their engines, all shooting out like arrows from a bowstring.

Yang Fei initially thought that since George claid to be a professional racing driver, he should have so skills.

But Yang Fei quickly discovered that the skills of this group of prestigious people were not very impressive.

Among them, Kahn's racing skills were evidently better than the rest.

The blue Ferrari he drove seed like a blue lightning bolt, swiftly breaking free from the crowd, taking the lead.

anwhile, the red Ferrari driven by George, at its fastest, only reached one hundred seventy miles per hour.

To Yang Fei, this guy driving such a great car is truly a waste.

Seeing George being left far behind, Stina turned in circles anxiously.

"What's going on? Is the prince going to lose? What do we do now?"